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The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Nine.
"You are quite annoying to have scared us like that." Fiora told Aiden as they stroll down the city. Night was already falling with all tantrums of cold. They walk towards the church to their normal place where they camped with the people every night. Aiden had managed to take care of that night's food supply, but he assured Fiora there wasn't much he would be able to do the next day to come."How else was I supposed to get your attentions? Just walking in with no permission would have gotten me a death sentence with you and your immortal friend guy." He said, regretting why he'd even brought up his name. He wasn't the type to get jealous, but he was certain he didn't like how Fiora talked and looked at him."Friend guy? You mean Sif-""Doesn't matter." He hushed her, though not intentionally. He was not ready to get into an awkward discussion about this friend guy of Fiora. "But I'm here now and that's all that counts." "Wait, how did you even know where I lived?" She asked.It was s
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Ten.
"You might have to." Aiden said amidst all of Fiora's refusal. "What? Aiden, you-""Listen to me." He gripped her shoulders and drew her closer. "This is it. This is the solution to our problem.""What are you talking about? I have to cower under her like a slave?" She asked, knowing in her mind she'd have to die first than to become one of Helen's puppets. "Never.""No. Not a puppet," he said, his hands still held on tight on her shoulder. His eyes widened with excitement. This was it. He would finally be another step closer to his goal. "You are going to visit Helen, hear her out. Listen," he said, calling her already divided attention. "Hey, hey, Lord Tobin is powerful and we can't do anything to stop him. But who else is more powerful than even Lord Tobin himself?" He asked and didn't even needed to hear her say out her reply. "Exactly. You can do this, I just know that." He straightened his posture and added a little seriousness in his glare, then he brought his hand to his stoma
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Eleven.
"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have brought him here, Sif!" Fiora scolded at Sif who could only reply in plain silence. Aiden just stood over without uttering any word. "Since you have chosen to be so foolish, do you think everyone else would wish to follow in your path?" Clement questioned with cold eyes."So what? You're here to take me away again?" She asked, not meaning to yell but the fear in her voice forced her tone to increase more than intended. "No, Fiora," Sif replied and her eyes turned to him. "He wants to help.""Help?" Scoffed Fiora."He said he wants to help." He repeated again, though with little assurance.Fiora advanced closer to him."What are you talking about? He's only fooling you." She pointed out, whispering to him."He said he wanted to help. It did surprised me as well, but I never quite knew exactly why. But I'm sure he has good intentions." Sif continued to explain lowering his voice and Fiora added her own bit of objections as well, making both of them sou
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Twelve.
Helen was surprisingly well rested. Not that she looked it though. Her night had only lasted less than two hours. Even through the heavy make-up, you could still see her puffy eyes and unrested face. Her hair had been styled into an updo bun, her lips, touched with red lip color and her neck, ordained with luxurious ornaments. Her heart pounded fast as her maidservants all gathered around in her chambers, preparing her for her day. There was no turning back now. The knock on her door cut her loose of her thoughts."Your majesty? The guest has arrived." The guard announced."Of course." Muttered Helen, not loud enough time had been heard by the guard."Your majesty? I didn't quite hear you." He questioned with a puzzled face. "Your majesty?"Helen heaved a sigh at detest to the noisy guard man who repeatedly began to call; "your majesty," non-stop. "Tell him to get out of my sight." She gestured a wave sign towards one of the maidservants, and the girl ambled to the door at once infor
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Thirteen.
"So?" Aiden's eyes shone with excitement as he asked. Fiora arrived back home when she met Aiden already in expectance of her. She'd just only began to speak before he bombarded her with series of questions. "What did she say? Did she believed any of your story? Wait, did you even meet her, Fiora?" He asked lastly before Clement cut him off with a wicked glare."I am sure Fiora has quite a lot to say." He said, then frowned at Aiden again. "So let her do so.""Yes." Fiora said, agreeing with Clement. There were two separate rooms, one which they spared for Fiora—the smaller room—then the other where Sif, Clement and Gregoria slept in. A dining table long enough for five was placed in the same room, with chairs arranged round it. They each sat down, eagarly waiting for Fiora's message. "Helen did give in to the idea, and we had a peaceful breakfast." She said with bright eyes, then they changed almost immediately as her brows lowered. "But, she did not trust me. She was only desperate,
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Fourteen.
Returning to the castle, Fiora had already prepared herself for the worst. She had quickly rushed home earlier, telling them all what had just happened. Clement gave a brief detail on all he knew about Baron Daegal while Sif just stared and watch with a paused lips. When she arrived, the guards welcomed her more warmly. They led her through the same path she used to follow, straight down to the throne room. She paused, hoping to had seen Baron Daegal sitting already, but instead to her wildest surprise, found two good looking young men, with Helen out of sight. One of these men was very familiar."You've arrived," said one of the men, to Fiora, the less attractive one. He was less attractive because he had every features of her—slender in a way, bright hazel eyes that madness ran through, and a face straight from hell. When he spoke though, he was calmer than Helen."Prince Theon," Fiora found herself whispered out loud. The last time she'd seen him would had been when they were only
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Fifteen.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," Aiden said to Fiora with a saddened heart. They went home together that morning just after midnight, and on getting there, they all had a quick meeting. Clement mentioned to them of Helen's purpose and gave Fiora tactics she could use to face her. He kept to himself all day and only decided to spill until they were all completed. The twin were with Gregoria, pretending to had been fast asleep. It was maybe only three and half hours past midnight when Asmi had asked why Gregoria cried to bed, since she saw dried tears on her cheeks.Clement barked they left her in peace, then decided it was time to give her her morning dose for her illness. He advanced to where she was laying and gently tapped her to wake her up. She did not move. He did so again and again. Then it hit him. Gregoria was not one to fall into deep sleep, especially since her ailment came back. Sif and Fiora exchanged a disheartening glare as they both slowly advanced to where Clement was.
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Sixteen.
"I'm so sorry, Fiora." Clement began to say. "It was my intention to help you as my own child and reclaim the throne. But I also wanted to help my son.""But you all would abandon me," "Not anymore." He replied. "I know I won't." "But father, what-""Her destiny is on the line. It is true that Helen ordered me to save you. It is equally true as well that I would have protected you whether I received any order from Helen or not.""Why are you saying all this, father? You would abandon your own son over a stranger's child?""Sif, what has gotten into you? A stranger's child?""That stranger's child was the kind king of the Central City." Said Clement. "I am sorry for whatever it is that you've become-""You made me this!""He didn't." Replied Fiora as a silent whisper. "You brought this upon yourself." Her eyes were red already from all of her tears."I am sorry for the loss of your mother, but would she ever want you to abandon Fiora after everything we've been through?""But father,
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"You're right. We don't know anything about her where about." I remembered how I wanted to discuss this with my mother. How I wanted to bring Tara home to her. But now, she was gone. Just like everyone else I'd known. Kedar, Tara. Nila. "You'll figure this one out. You always do." Mona comforted. "Thanks." I replied her with a smile. When she spoke, it sounded oddly creepy, as I just realized how very similar their voices sounded like. "You know, you remind me so much of Nila.""That was what father used to say.""Father? Old man Ayer?" I remembered how Nila had denied sir Ayer about being her father. But the fact that I never gave her a chance to explain herself bothered me the most. "Sir Ayer?" She called the name like it was an odd creature's name, something so unfamiliar. "No. He's not our father. Our father lived here, in Talot. So did Ragnila. You know, we were all happy together. Until one day, she just ran off with a lady friend, and never returned. She was a young girl, a
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Life is so full of mysteries that each day, we uncover a tiny piece of them. The gifts it offers... the wonders of nature, the cryptic knowledge of time, the breathtaking view of the ocean and all of its divine beauty that unfolds beneath it.But not all that glitters is gold. All that is sometimes good, is also bad and dangerous to us, at one point in time.Raya Soldiers, a remarkable selfless young girl soon finds out about a mysterious piece of ornament, not the kind that was pretty and shinny and would make you the picture of loveliness at the dance party-it was similar to those kind that changed the entire life of a person. A simple gift you might say, but what happens when a simple gift turns out to be a hard nut to crack? This tale uncovers the true meaning to friendship, love, true strength and compassion. Sharpens the blurry image of the lives of three friends, redefines the reality they'd all chosen to abandon. And if all fables truly taught us a lesson, these three friends
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•|•RAYA•|•"Yes. I hated it." Raya complained like she had been doing ever since they stepped foot outside the mall. It wasn't like she was the type to whine and whimper like a cry baby all the time. In fact, her own definition of maturity, was to always go with the flow. "You go with the flow. Just make sure you must have worked super hard, and if it doesn't work out, it's wasn't meant for you. Don't fret." It was her anthem and she made sure she recited it to all of those that were close to her. Sadly, Nora, her younger sister, had always been the victim of listening to her specific words of wisdoms. She angrily dropped the bags in her hands down on the floor and stormed off to lie on the nearest couch. "I hated it so much. So much that, that... it still bothers me tomorrow!" It wasn't as if she hadn't been approached by old men, delivering a special kind of religious visions to her. One time, a man that looked like he was in his late seventies had appeared to Raya, and predicted t
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-OLIVIA-"So how do you want the news to go about slimcute?" Amber asks, her voice bringing me back to reality. The reality that I'd just got dumped by yet again, another Yoruba demon. Amber's father is one of the few richest people in the whole of Lagos and even Nigeria, making her a young, well successful lady. We're the same age, but twenty four looks so great on her that you would think she was just clocking sweet sixteen. Clear, smooth skin with baby cute face and petite stature-damn! I was always secretly jealous of her. Though she's older than I am with two months. She just had her birthday a couple of days back, and it was insanely amazing. I get it from some people that I talk with a UK accent, but since I've met her, I still have doubts whether she was Nigerian or not. She speaks like a real descendant of the queen Elizabeth's household. "Leave her first, she might be connecting with our lord." Lola replied, with her thick and manly voice. Everything about her was manly; he
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"I can't believe that woman made us travel today?" Rachael complained from behind me as we walked out of the airport. Mum told her that she'd like for her to stay with her sister, Aunt Roselle, till she finally decides what to do with her like. Typical of her. "And it's so sad I get to stay with her of all people?" Aunt Roselle was nice in her own way, but was exactly mum's junior. Not just junior as a sister to her, but junior to her in every other way. She craves respect more than anything in the world, talks like mum with a weird fancy accent, eats like her, and loves operas like crazy! In a nut shell, she's mum's replica. "I mean, why can't I just move in with you?"Because we're bunch of dudes Rachael. Now shut up already.""So? I'm like a dude too. Only that I've got some nice female parts, like the boobs and-""Oh for godsake Rachael, would you shut up! You've been talking non stop for hours." I asked as politely as I could, or at least I pretended I acted politely."Well at le
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Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live in and around us, and sometimes they win. For me, the demon that haunts me is nothing more than the tiny voice that whispers in my ear; "you'll never be happy again." How would I ever be?When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. Now that I'm a grown up, I realise what could be more scary. Me.I don't live inside the darkness. Because the darkness lives inside of me. I am my own darkness. I remember when I first heard the word, 'Agoraphobia.' That word was way too big for a thirteen year old naive girl. I despised the word so much that it haunted me for a long while. Until few months back when I realised that you can't drown your demons. Those bitches know how to swim.Agoraphobia from the dictionary means: a morbid fear of opened spaces. To the doctors it may mean: a disorder caused from stress and often triggers a panic attack when out in public alone. But to me?To me it was traumatizing. Because I knew what I had, had nothing to do
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"Mr Bernstein," my boss was saying to me but sadly, I was not listening. I'd only just heard my name, and instantly, wished I could hit on a 'backward' button. "Do you agree?""Sorry?" Confused me asked, and Mr. Pitt let out a low growl. He did that a lot, creating a sound that resembled some hungry and angry wild NaGeoWild predators."If you do not comply to this, you can save yourself the stress and don't bother resuming tomorrow." He said, hinting no sign of emotion whatsoever."Wait, you would fire me if I don't join your secret illuminati club?" "Yes." He replied and even though I couldn't see much in his darkened room for an office, I saw his head shake as a nod. "Mr. Pitt, this is absurd. Completely." I panicked, because who wouldn't? Ever since my wife left me, my life had been a wreck. Not that I used to be wealthy, but that was the more reason I was broken. My job was the only thing that fetched me little incomes. Call it pride, but I chose not to depend on her for almost
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That morning, I was over at Carolina's house—or hotel room. It was a rather weird drive to the venue but I stuck with her explanation. My home was not what it used to be anymore, and thus, far from safe. Hers on the other hand, was pure and off limit for demons. (Who'd believe that I'd be taking about demons so casually now).It wasn't one of those hotels with five stars. Or those with four. Or three. Or any stars at all.This was just a place where one stayed as long as they had their money. As you would have guessed, the building was a complete havoc. Whoever managed the hotel definitely cared less about beauty and attractive structures and decors. The vicinity wasn't even a conducive area to begin with. I hoped that would be my last visit. I prayed."So, I believe you've been well oriented the last time we spoke, huh?" Said Carolina, who might have not noticed me catching my breath. I was taking a moment to survey my environment and it turned out the hotel's outside was a facade.
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"Mr Bernstein," my boss was saying to me but sadly, I was not listening. I'd only just heard my name, and instantly, wished I could hit on a 'backward' button. "Do you agree?""Sorry?" Confused me asked, and Mr. Pitt let out a low growl. He did that a lot, creating a sound that resembled some hungry and angry wild NaGeoWild predators."If you do not comply to this, you can save yourself the stress and don't bother resuming tomorrow." He said, hinting no sign of emotion whatsoever."Wait, you would fire me if I don't join your secret illuminati club?" "Yes." He replied and even though I couldn't see much in his darkened room for an office, I saw his head shake as a nod. "Mr. Pitt, this is absurd. Completely." I panicked, because who wouldn't? Ever since my wife left me, my life had been a wreck. Not that I used to be wealthy, but that was the more reason I was broken. My job was the only thing that fetched me little incomes. Call it pride, but I chose not to depend on her for almost
